Also, Reine enjoyed both of the logs! Achaean polygamy is alive and well.

As I couldn't convince the team to let me kill you, I'll just fake-kill you!

1p : The monstrous winds relentlessly assault your form, and for a brief, frantic moment, you feel something within your mind shear away. With sudden, thunderous clarity, a roaring spill of chromatic color scintillates across your vision, a blinding cacophony of senseless hues and sounds melding together into a churn of endless, yawning dark. The sound of your frenzied breathing punctuates your last moments of clarity, as the void before you gazes into you, through you, and away, all at once - your psyche fragmenting into a thousand fragments before that which simply should not be.

3p: A gibbering sigh escapes Dunn's lips as the winds pass by, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his mind collapses beneath the revelation of the Outer Cold.

deathsight: Lost in the mad whispers of a gale from the Outer Cold, Dunn's mind has buckled beneath that which should not be.